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“It’s a little too late to ask, but are you on birth control?”

“Yes, I have an IUD,” she sighs over my chest. “If I get pregnant with my epilepsy, I’m considered high risk, so I need to be sure, to be ready?—”

“I’m ready.” I press my lips to her hair. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“I think we have a few steps we need to take before that.”

“You’re right, so the next time I see you…” I’m still inside her as she straddles me. Pressing my thumb to her lips, obediently, she sucks it. She stirs my exhausted cock like only she can while I promise, “You’ll kneel for me and watch another queen’s initiation.”

Her eyes light up.

“And if you want what you see,” I vow, “you’ll be next.”

“Really?” she sputters over my thumb.

I nod.

“You’ll share me?”

“Never,” I swear. “But I’ll honor you with an initiation. I’ll officially make you mytruequeen.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

AXEL

“So,where should I take her shopping?”

I question my mother, watching her blow perfect smoke rings and admire their form.

It’s her one playful habit.

She smokes vanilla cigars, and seems to enjoy tapping her ashes on the back of the naked man, bound with his ass in the air when she answers me, “Chanel, of course.”

“What if that’s not her style?” I ask about Ruby but cock an eyebrow at our captive.

Wow, he’s really hung and hard for this torture.

He’s kneeling and bound in a BDSM device.

Vale suggested to Nash that we use it for interrogations. Though our next queen can fire snark like hollow-point bullets, especially at me, Vale’s also getting her PhD in Sexuality Studies, and her knowledgeishelpful.

This man, who Grant caught climbing over the courtyard wall at Delta’s, ready to ambush us, has been a tough nut to crack. Literally.

This Humiliator device has him kneeling with his cheek on the ground, his ass in the air, and his anklesand wrists bound in chains to a bar behind his knees. The bar is two, locked together, and squeezed between them, in a vice, is the base of his scrotum. If our captive moves, he tortures his nuts.

Eventually, it’ll make him crack.

Vale’s a genius.A sex genius.

Because it hurtsmynuts just looking at it.

Our captive has to be one of Turner’s men, one of the sex traffickers, but he won’t speak. He had no ID. No phone. No trace of who he is. He just silently stares at my mom with lethal admiration.

“She’ll be your queen.” Mom puffs her cigar. “Of course, haute couture will be her style. At least for our traditions.”

Ruby flies home tomorrow, and I want to spoil her.

Her three weeks in Greece turned into four. Not that she didn’t want to come home to me and our kittens. It was her sister Scarlett who delayed their departure.

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